Anthony pushed the door open and entered the cafe, his eyes full of anger and dissatisfaction. In front of him was a sight he never expected: Charlotte was sitting across from another man. This man, whom he had never met, was laughing and talking to Charlotte. Anthony's heart felt like it was being squeezed, jealousy burned fiercely inside. He moved forward, each step heavy, his emotions boiling as if about to explode.Anthony moved closer, his eyes examining Charlotte and the strange man. Although deep down, he didn't really love Charlotte deeply, but his desire to monopolize and take advantage of her made him unable to stand this scene. To Anthony, Charlotte is part of his plan, an important piece that he cannot let anyone else touch."Charlotte, what's going on here?" Anthony asked, his voice trying to sound calm but unable to hide his annoyance and jealousy.Charlotte raised her head and saw Anthony, surprise and worry flashed across her face. "Anthony, why are you here?"The stra
Jayce looked straight into her eyes, his eyes full of sinister. "I have no reason to lie to you, Charlotte. This is the truth. Joseph and Coco are engaged and planning to get married."Charlotte sat quietly in the cafe, her eyes staring at the cup of tea in front of her, trying to suppress her rising emotions. But she did not allow herself to show weakness in front of Jayce. She clenched her teeth, anger welling up, her body tense like an over-stretched string.On the outside, she tried to keep a calm face, pretending to not care about Joseph anymore. “Leave it, Joseph,” Charlotte said, her voice cold and determined. "He and I are over. What he does, who he does with, no longer concerns me."Jayce looked at her, his expression pretending to be surprised, but his eyes sparkled with sinisterness. "Really? I thought you still had feelings for him."Charlotte gritted her teeth, her eyes watered but she did not allow herself to cry. "My relationship with Joseph is over. He can do whatever
Charlotte kept walking like a machine, without purpose, without direction. Inertia leads her home, maybe this is the only place where she feels peaceful.The night wind blew, cold and lonely. Charlotte hugged herself tightly, feeling like the whole world was against her.The light of a small house gradually appeared before her eyes, it was her house!She walked up the steps, her trembling hands searching for her keys in her pocket. In a short but long moment, Charlotte finally opened the door and entered the house. She closed the door, her whole body no longer had any strength.Hearing the door open, Mrs. Smith came out of the kitchen.As soon as Charlotte entered the house, before she could take off her shoes, Mrs. Smith appeared in the doorway, her eyes staring at Charlotte, full of annoyance."Charlotte, where did you go today that you came back so late?" asked Mrs. Smith, her voice sharp and impatient. "Do you know what time it is?"Charlotte raised her head, her tired and lifeles
“Charlotte, stop,” Mrs. Smith said, her voice light but filled with fierceness. “How are things going with you and Anthony? Are you two in love yet?”Charlotte frowned, her discomfort even more obvious. She couldn't believe her mother was bringing up Anthony now, right after criticizing her about Joseph. “Mom, I don't want to talk about Anthony right now,” she said, her voice cold.Mrs. Smith did not let go, her eyes still followed her daughter. “Charlotte, I'm not joking. Anthony is a man with money, he can give his children a better life. You must understand that.”Charlotte felt her heart heavy. She remembered Anthony's quarrel with Jayce and Charlotte this afternoon, and the frustration and fatigue in her heart arose again. “Mom, me and Anthony have nothing. He's just a friend, and I have no intention of going any further with him,” Charlotte said, trying to control her anger.Mrs. Smith raised her eyebrows, dissatisfied with Charlotte's answer. “You have to pick up the pace with
Jayce closed the phone with a sly smile on his face, his sharp eyes flashing with mischief. The call with Mrs. Smith had just ended, and he was clearly pleased with the outcome. "The fish bit," Jayce thought, pleased with his plan.He pressed the intercom button, and a deep, cold voice rang out: "Tyler, come in."A moment later, the office door opened and Tyler walked in, tall and professional. Tyler saw Jayce's smile and realized something was up."You needed me, Jayce?" Tyler asked, his voice respectful but curious.Jayce stood up from the leather chair, walked to his desk, and flipped through his schedule. "Reschedule my afternoon, Tyler. I need to see Mrs. Smith.""Mrs. Smith? Who is it?" Tyler looked at Jayce, his eyes shining with surprise."Charlotte's mother," he replied shortly."Charlotte's mother? Jayce, I don't understand..." Tyler was startled, unable to believe his ears.Jayce walked up to Tyler, patting him on the shoulder."This is my business."At the same time, in th
Mrs. Smith quickly adjusted her sitting posture, setting down her teacup and flashing a ladylike smile. She adjusted her dress, making sure she looked perfect in front of Jayce. "Hello Jayce, it's a pleasure to meet you."Jayce sat down across from her, a waitress quickly bringing him a cup of espresso. He took it with a slight nod, then turned to Mrs. Smith. "What would you like to discuss with me today?"Mrs. Smith reached for the gift basket next to her chair, an expensive gift basket wrapped in shimmering gold paper, with bright red ribbons. Inside the basket were luxury items: a bottle of expensive French wine, a box of fine Swiss chocolates, and a precious porcelain tea set. She held the basket out in front of Jayce, smiling meaningfully. "Here's a little gift from me, I hope you like it."Jayce accepted the gift basket with a gentle smile, his eyes scanning the basket before he placed it on the table. "Thank you, that's very thoughtful. I have a gift for you too." He placed a s
Jayce stood up, pacing around the table, his eyes scanning every detail of Mrs. Smith. "You think you're rich, right? But look at yourself. The things you're wearing, this bracelet, those earrings, they're all fake. You think you can fool me?"Mrs. Smith blushed, embarrassed by Jayce's revelation. "What are you talking about? These things are real!"Jayce smirked. "You can fool yourself, but you can't fool me. Joseph, the man you despise, is now richer and more powerful than you. You're not worth a single nail to him."Mrs. Smith was stunned by Jayce's words. Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly opened but no words came out. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her confidence and arrogance were shattered in an instant.She turned back to Jayce, her eyes filled with doubt and confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling and filled with uncertainty.Jayce's lips curled into a smile, but his eyes remained cold. "What do I mean?" he repeated, his tone calm but co
Tyler nodded, started the car and drove towards Mrs. Smith's house. Mrs. Smith sat silently, anger and humiliation filling her heart.When the car stopped in front of Mrs. Smith's house, Tyler opened the door and helped her out. She didn't say a word, just quietly walked into the house.In her luxurious bedroom, Charlotte couldn't sleep. Even though she had turned off the lights and was lying on the soft bed, her mind was constantly spinning with thoughts of Joseph. Memories and emotions intertwined, causing her to toss and turn.The dim light from the night light cast a pale glow on the wall, creating blurry shadows. The ticking of the wall clock was like Charlotte's heartbeat, each passing second seemed to drag on forever. She sighed, sat up, leaned her back against the headboard, her eyes wide open staring into space.In Charlotte's mind, images of Joseph and the woman he was about to remarry kept appearing. She remembered the day they divorced, when she saw Joseph with that woman,